One time when I was like three years old I was laying in my momβs bed, and I donβt remember what we were talking about except I was being fussy about having to do something, and just like whenever I was being like that she asked, βare you trying to pick a fight?β
And I didnβt really know what that meant, only that I always said no, but for some reason or another I was very annoyed and a fight sounded pretty good so for the first time ever I said βyesβ
And I donβt know what I was expecting to happen, but I remember my mom just going βOkay, then. Letβs fight. What do you want to fight about?β
And I remember it occurring to me all of a sudden that the onus was on me to generate the energy to pick something to be mad about, and wishing sheβd just do something worth fighting FOR me, but she just went, βIβm not the one who wants to fight. If you want to fight, you have to pick something to fight aboutβ
and I just went ugh. Never mind, thatβs too much work. So said βI donβt wanna fight actually, Iβm just crankyβ and she told me βokay well just say that next timeβ and in hindsight that was actually probably a very important formative experience